lost and found
6.09.2016
you send the beacon out.
I sit in the dark, watch the
blooming, bloody red light sizzle into nothing,
and still nothing comes. no matter, you say,
you know the way. you make your maps and
i listen to you, whether I mean to or not.
you go the wrong route, and i follow, I
can’t find the words and my eyes hurt, the ragged breathing,
My mouth
yawns wide, canyon-big,
but i can’t tell you
what I think; you don’t want to hear it now.
we should be heading home. we need to backtrack;
back crack from exhaustion, i am the chattle
carrying your precious cargo along a ridge.
rocks snap quick across the edge, skitter into dark oblivion,
and what if I fall in?
i step lightly. I stomp my feet.
2.11.2018 at 10:07:51
Duped but ashamed to say it, I think we all know the feeling. Aspirations of the ego often lead to one’s demise/suffering be it one’s self or his/her loved ones. I hope you never had to’ve endured something like that, I myself can’t stand such a tragedy. But I think we all must when we’re slaves to it, standards are after all the distinguishing factor between an animal and a human.
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